1522 verses about Creation

How great are your works, Yahweh! Your thoughts are very deep.

Yahweh reigns! He is clothed with majesty! Yahweh is armed with strength. The world also is established. It can’t be moved.

The floods have lifted up, Yahweh, the floods have lifted up their voice. The floods lift up their waves.

Above the voices of many waters, the mighty breakers of the sea, Yahweh on high is mighty.

He who implanted the ear, won’t he hear? He who formed the eye, won’t he see?

For Yahweh is a great God, a great King above all gods.

In his hand are the deep places of the earth. The heights of the mountains are also his.

The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.

Oh come, let’s worship and bow down. Let’s kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,

Sing to Yahweh a new song! Sing to Yahweh, all the earth.

For all the gods of the peoples are idols, but Yahweh made the heavens.

Worship Yahweh in holy array. Tremble before him, all the earth.

Say among the nations, “Yahweh reigns.” The world is also established. It can’t be moved. He will judge the peoples with equity.

Let the heavens be glad, and let the earth rejoice. Let the sea roar, and its fullness!

Let the field and all that is in it exult! Then all the trees of the woods shall sing for joy

Yahweh reigns! Let the earth rejoice! Let the multitude of islands be glad!

His lightning lights up the world. The earth sees, and trembles.

The mountains melt like wax at the presence of Yahweh, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.

The heavens declare his righteousness. All the peoples have seen his glory.

Make a joyful noise to Yahweh, all the earth! Burst out and sing for joy, yes, sing praises!

Let the sea roar with its fullness; the world, and those who dwell therein.

Let the rivers clap their hands. Let the mountains sing for joy together.

Know that Yahweh, he is God. It is he who has made us, and we are his. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.

This will be written for the generation to come. A people which will be created will praise Yah.

Of old, you laid the foundation of the earth. The heavens are the work of your hands.

They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust.

Praise Yahweh, all you works of his, in all places of his dominion. Praise Yahweh, my soul!

Bless Yahweh, my soul. Yahweh, my God, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty.

He covers himself with light as with a garment. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.

He makes his messengers winds; his servants flames of fire.

He laid the foundations of the earth, that it should not be moved forever.

You covered it with the deep as with a cloak. The waters stood above the mountains.

At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away.

The mountains rose, the valleys sank down, to the place which you had assigned to them.

You have set a boundary that they may not pass over; that they don’t turn again to cover the earth.

He sends springs into the valleys. They run among the mountains.

They give drink to every animal of the field. The wild donkeys quench their thirst.

The birds of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.

He waters the mountains from his rooms. The earth is filled with the fruit of your works.

He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may produce food out of the earth:

wine that makes glad the heart of man, oil to make his face to shine, and bread that strengthens man’s heart.

Yahweh’s trees are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted;

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the cypress trees.

The high mountains are for the wild goats. The rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers.

He appointed the moon for seasons. The sun knows when to set.

You make darkness, and it is night, in which all the animals of the forest prowl.

The sun rises, and they steal away, and lay down in their dens.

Man goes out to his work, to his labor until the evening.

Yahweh, how many are your works! In wisdom have you made them all. The earth is full of your riches.

There is the sea, great and wide, in which are innumerable living things, both small and large animals.

There the ships go, and leviathan, whom you formed to play there.

These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season.

You give to them; they gather. You open your hand; they are satisfied with good.

You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their breath: they die, and return to the dust.

You send out your Spirit and they are created. You renew the face of the ground.

Let Yahweh’s glory endure forever. Let Yahweh rejoice in his works.

He looks at the earth, and it trembles. He touches the mountains, and they smoke.

He gave them hail for rain, with lightning in their land.

He struck their vines and also their fig trees, and shattered the trees of their country.

These see Yahweh’s deeds, and his wonders in the deep.

For he commands, and raises the stormy wind, which lifts up its waves.

He turns rivers into a desert, water springs into a thirsty ground,

and a fruitful land into a salt waste, for the wickedness of those who dwell in it.

He turns a desert into a pool of water, and a dry land into water springs.

Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be over all the earth.

Yahweh’s works are great, pondered by all those who delight in them.

The sea saw it, and fled. The Jordan was driven back.

The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.

What was it, you sea, that you fled? You Jordan, that you turned back?

You mountains, that you skipped like rams; you little hills, like lambs?

Tremble, you earth, at the presence of the Lord, at the presence of the God of Jacob,

Blessed are you by Yahweh, who made heaven and earth.

The heavens are the heavens of Yahweh; but the earth has he given to the children of men.

This is Yahweh’s doing. It is marvelous in our eyes.

This is the day that Yahweh has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it!

The earth is full of your loving kindness, Yahweh. Teach me your statutes. TET

Your hands have made me and formed me. Give me understanding, that I may learn your commandments.

Your faithfulness is to all generations. You have established the earth, and it remains.

Your laws remain to this day, for all things serve you.

My help comes from Yahweh, who made heaven and earth.

Our help is in Yahweh’s name, who made heaven and earth.

May Yahweh bless you from Zion; even he who made heaven and earth.

Whatever Yahweh pleased, that he has done, in heaven and in earth, in the seas and in all deeps;

who causes the clouds to rise from the ends of the earth; who makes lightnings with the rain; who brings the wind out of his treasuries;

To him who alone does great wonders; for his loving kindness endures forever:

To him who by understanding made the heavens; for his loving kindness endures forever:

To him who spread out the earth above the waters; for his loving kindness endures forever:

To him who made the great lights; for his loving kindness endures forever:

The sun to rule by day; for his loving kindness endures forever;

The moon and stars to rule by night; for his loving kindness endures forever:

Who gives food to every creature; for his loving kindness endures forever.

If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I will give thanks to you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Your works are wonderful. My soul knows that very well.

My frame wasn’t hidden from you, when I was made in secret, woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.

How precious to me are your thoughts, God! How vast is their sum!

If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand. When I wake up, I am still with you.